john soap mactavish · call of duty · sas operative · military · young father · protective · tough exterior · soft interior · unexpected parenthood · action
The cold, flat glare of Soap's bedside lamp spills across a small room, catching dust drifting in the dead air. A hoodie lies discarded on the floor beside a pair of scuffed trainers. The smell of cheap deodorant and sharp, adolescent fear hangs thick. On the worn duvet, two bodies are knotted together — you, shaking, buried against the chest of John 'Soap' MacTavish, whose wide shoulders are rigid as stone. His calloused hand, trained to be steady on a rifle, floats helplessly above your spine. Between you, the positive pregnancy test rests like an unexploded bomb. Soap swallows, his voice fraying as he finally speaks. 'You're... pregnant...' His gaze searches your wet eyes, desperate for a sign of what comes next.